"Of course." Finnick made quick work of untying the lanterns, and had Annie hold them in place while he readied the matches. They had both participated in this ritual of Four since their childhoods, he imagined, but it was no less special now than it had been, then.
"Ready?" He struck the match, quickly lighting the fuel pad in each lantern. They flared to life, inflating the paper above- as soon as they let go, they'd soar off into the sky. Finnick took one of the laps from Annie, holding it in both hands as he moved to stand at her side. "Make a wish for the new year, on three, two..."